In the Primeval Wasteland, the three-year term had arrived. The four kings joined forces, forming seals in the four directions and reopening the Blood Moon Ancient Battlefield.
As the Ancient Battlefield reappeared, heaven and earth trembled. A phantom secret realm emerged above the Primeval Wasteland. With the two realms intersecting, the Contest of Blades of the Hundred Races officially came to an end.
The instant the Ancient Battlefield opened, war chariots came thundering in from every direction of the Primeval Wasteland, pulled by desolate beasts in a spectacle that shook the skies.
Mortal Realm cultivators appeared one after another. They were peak experts from every race, and many had already come close to the King Realm, their auras extraordinarily formidable.
War chariots stretched across the heavens, blotting out the sun and sky. Then the void shook as kings began to appear. The terrifying power was more than heaven and earth could bear, twisting violently.
The kings appeared, their figures hidden within the void and impossible to discern clearly. Yet their overwhelmingly powerful auras pressed down so heavily that people could barely breathe, much less approach.
"Is everyone here? Since you have all come, then witness the final result."
As he spoke, ten thousand rays of rosy light filled the skies above the Primeval Wasteland. Amid the auspicious radiance gathering across the heavens, Gou Huang appeared, his aura suppressing the nine heavens and intimidating the experts of the hundred races.
"Gou Huang!"
The experts of the hundred races all bowed and saluted.
Imperial experts were supreme existences throughout the Primeval Demonic Realm. Regardless of one's stance, proper courtesy could not be neglected.
Within the boundless rosy light, Gou Huang nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "Bring them out."
"Yes!"
In the four directions of the Primeval Wasteland, four kings clad